(Y/n)'s POV
I step off of the plane, and head towards a new boarding gate. This is my last flight to Michigan, and then we'll be done filming. Unfortunately, we had to postpone filming because of the snow. I myself had to fly from Vegas to Virginia Beach just to get on a flight to Michigan. And that's where I'm going now.
The movie I'm filming, "Lovers Leap" is a romance that my brother wrote the script for. I've been in a few short films, but never anything major. And how major, you may ask? Major enough that we signed Timothee Chalamet into the script.
I freaked out when my brother told me that he wanted me to play the main female character, who falls in love, then later jumps off a cliff with Timothee Chalamet's character.
I let the woman at the gate stamp my passport and board the plane, finding my seat, which was first class, thank the heavens.
It was a pretty uneventful flight, but we didn't land until almost two in the morning, and I couldn't find any walk-in hotels within a 10 minute walk, so I did something I would never do had I not been desperate...
Timothee picks up on the first ring, which causes me to question his quick action when it comes to answering his phone.
"I couldn't sleep," Tim tells me, I giggle sleepily.
"Good, you can come pick me up off of 29th and Park, and let me sleep on your couch," I say, I hear Tim chuckle through the phone.
"Did you just land?" Timothee asks, moving around.
"I landed 15 minutes ago, walked around for ten, tryna find a hotel, couldn't, so I called you. But if you weren't sleeping, then you're fine," I say, yawning.
"What I'd do for you, (Y/n)... I'll be there in a few minutes okay? Try not to get kidnapped," Tim says, hanging up. I giggle, stuffing my phone into my pocket.
I called Tim because he lives only about five minutes away. I see his car pull around the curb, and lift my bag to my shoulder. Tim rolls his window down, and grins at me.
"Hi dumbass," He says, as I throw my stuff into the back of his car.
"Hi asshole," I say, flopping into the front seat.
"You look dead on your feet," Tim says, and I close my eyes, giggling.
"I feel it, too. What's been up with my favorite boy?" I ask, leaning the seat back slightly.
"Missing you," Tim says, rolling my window back up.
"Aw, you're precious, Timmy Tim," I say, laying my arms over my face.
"Well, it's true. Missing you is one of my favorite things to do to kill time," You can just hear the smile in his voice.
"How's the weather been?" I ask, barely able to keep my eyes open, as I sit my left hand on the center console. I kinda hoped Tim would hold it, but I wasn't gonna say that allowed, was I?
"Colder than a well-digger's ass, as your brother would say," Tim says.
"We're southern, my man, real southern," I say, my head lolling.
"Okay, (Y/n), okay," Is the last thing I hear, as well as the feeling of Tim's hand enter winding with mine before I fall asleep...
